AN: At long last, the second chapter is here. I have been putting this off for a while, but I finally got around to finishing it. As you might have noticed, there has been a bit of a rating change. That's because there's smut ahead! Hoorah, my first smut in a long while. Oh well, I hope you enjoy it regardless.

Ciao. c:

Riven gasped for air, wriggling under the Gumiho's touch. Her body was hot with fervor, face flushed.

"It's been a long time since you've done this kind of thing, hasn't it?" Ahri whispered, a grin evident in her tone. The charming ocher—that Riven admittedly fell for—glinted mischievously. Her deft fingers traveled across her body, wandering underneath the rags Riven called clothes. They trekked over her toned stomach, skipped over her ribs, and barely danced on the chest bindings the white-haired warrior wore.

Riven knew she was being toyed with.

She knew she needed to resist.

She knew that giving into such desires was unbecoming of any warrior in any country of any ideal.

But she knew, that despite everything she had been taught, whether it was in Noxus or in Ionia, she was not strong enough to fend off Ahri.

Ahri was truly something else.

"Gah!" Riven gasped, curling her toes and digging her fingers into the dirt. Ahri, who was nibbling on her neck, gave a chuckle. Pulling back, the Gumiho admired the marking she left on the Noxian, a coy smirk playing on her lips.

"Who would have known that such a strong warrior would fall to such a delicate touch," Ahri said slyly, running her hand down Riven's torso to play with the edge of cloth the warrior used as a makeshift skirt.

"Shut up," Riven hissed, secretly anxious for Ahri to proceed. The Nine-Tailed Fox's hand was already where Riven wanted it to be; right between her legs. But, gods forbid, Ahri simply loved to tease her prey, and let her hand tickle the insides of the Noxian's thighs, fingernails running up and down with a feathery touch.

"I don't think you're in such a position to be telling me on what to do," Ahri said in a husky tone, "especially with the way your body is simply begging me to go on." She trailed her hand, her fingers finally touching Riven's—

"Mmf!" Riven bit her tongue, her pride not letting her moan out. Ahri continued to press and rub in just the right areas, making the Noxian warrior see stars from behind her eyelids. Riven wondered when she had closed her eyes.

"Riven dear, you don't have to be ashamed," Ahri whispered into The Exile's ear, "you can call out my name wheneeever you want." Riven could hear the smirk in the Fox's mouth.

"K-Ka—" Riven stopped herself before she could finish, but Ahri heard it. The Gumiho stopped all movement and sat up, removing her weight from the Noxian. Riven opened her eyes quickly, only to find Ahri's blank stare. Riven chastised herself for making such a grave mistake; Kat was long gone from her life.

Suddenly Ahri pressed her fingers against Riven hard. The Exile arched in back, not expecting the sudden surge of pleasure coursing through her veins.

"I told you to call out my name," Ahri reminded, her tails swishing dangerously. The ocher color of her eyes were clouded with lust, and the whiskers on her cheeks were even more defined. A lulling smirk was on Ahri's lips.

Riven could feel herself slipping into a trance.

She was getting charmed.

"Come now, Riven dear," Ahri cooed, her fingers still doing their busywork on Riven, "say my name."

Feeling her resolve crumble with the constant bombardment of pleasure and the spell, Riven forced herself to swallow despite her dry throat. "A-Ahri…."

The Nine-Tailed Fox cocked her head to the side, full lips turning down into a frown. "Hm? What was that?" Her fingers lightened their pressure and Riven just hated the whimper that escaped her mouth. Ahri, hearing it loud and clear, smirked and pushed on that bundle of nerves through Riven's clothing.

The Noxian bucked her hips, her back arching off the ground. "A-Ahri!" Her strained voice made Ahri chuckle lowly.

"That's better," the Gumiho mumbled. She put her weight back on Riven, rubbing faster, harder. The Noxian grunted through clenched teeth, feeling a tightening just underneath her abdomen, somewhere near her pelvic area. Her cries got louder and louder as she curled her toes and arched her back, pushing her body against Ahri's. The tightening was getting tauter and tauter, so close to release—

Until Ahri stopped.

To say Riven was furious was an understatement. The Noxian resisted against her restraints, curses fleeing her mouth quicker than any sword strike. Vulgar sayings spewed out nonstop, until Ahri forcibly kissed her. Riven could feel the Gumiho's tongue play with hers, and the cries of anger transformed into mewls of pleasure.

Those who haven't experienced such a thing could hardly imagine the talent the Nine-Tailed Fox was capable of.

Now Riven could feel the buildup returning, even stronger this time. She felt Ahri's hand go back to where it was previously. Her body shook with uncontrollable spasms as Ahri brought her to orgasm.

Riven never felt more liberated in her life.

"I wouldn't have guessed you would have acted so...violently if I stopped," the fox purred, removing her fingers and trailing them across Riven's abdomen. The Noxian could feel a slimy texture in their wake.

Riven blushed.

Did she just have sex with a complete stranger?

"I...uh...I," Her words were completely lost to her, emotions of frustration (of many calibers), shame, and arousal swirling in her chest.

"Hm? Fox got your tongue?" Ahri laughed gaily, placing playful pecks on Riven's jawline. The Noxian tensed up for a split second, then completely melted when she felt the soft fur of Ahri's tails envelop her. Riven could feel her eyelids growing heavier, the corners of her world growing darker and darker.

"Thank you for indulging me," mumbled the Fox.

It was the last thing Riven heard before her conscience slipped from her.

-x-

Riven woke with a start. She bounced onto her feet, reaching for her sword that always hung on her hip, hidden by her tattered cloak.

Her hand gripped at nothing.

Confusion and panic took Riven's body. Frantically, she looked around, patting her sides and twirling in circles like a dog.

Riven cursed. "Where can it be?" She growled, running her hand through her hair.

She paused.

She ran her hand through her hair again.

It wasn't tied up.

Now Riven was very confused. When was the last time she let her hair down?

"You look confused, Riven dear." A voice called out, hidden behind the many lotus trees surrounding the Noxian. "Have you forgotten something, perhaps?"

"Ahri?" Riven asked. She could feel a sense of familiarity as she uttered the name.

Suddenly, everything came back to her.

She could feel the sudden rush of embarrassment and adrenaline as Ahri emerged from behind a tree, carrying Riven's precious blade in her hands. The Gumiho had a faint smile on her lips as she slowly sauntered her way over to the Noxian.

"You're lucky I'm stronger than I seem," Ahri began, tying the broken sword around Riven's hips. The white-haired warrior stayed still like a statue. "Had Irelia and Karma found you there, you would have been as good as dead." She looked up and brushed away a stray bang that fell in front of Riven's haunting red eyes. The Noxian could see Ahri's ocher eyes glistening sentimentally.

Riven felt strangely moved.

"Why did you save me?" The Noxian asked. Her voice was barely above a whisper, but Ahri was able to hear her clearly; it didn't bother Riven that the Fox was so close to her.

"Why did you stay with me?" Ahri countered coyly.

For once, Riven actually smiled. "Why not?"

Ahri laughed, then gave Riven a kiss filled with more tenderness than the Noxian had ever known. It sent warmed her chest, and a fluttering feeling she didn't dislike moved her stomach.

"Visit me again, why don't you?" The Fox murmured, "I'll be waiting."

Then, Ahri rushed away, leaving a strong gust in her wake. Riven took in a breath, taking in the Fox's scent.

In that moment she realized that perhaps, one day, Noxus and Ionia could repair their relations. That perhaps, they could form a peace that could spread to other nations, and perhaps even Demacia. It was a farfetched thought, the white-haired warrior realized, but it was one that she enjoyed.

She placed a hand on the handle of her blade. The worn leather was a comforting feel.

"What is broken can be reforged," Riven muttered, the ghost of Ahri's lips still on hers.